Ok, I have had this idea for forever, and now I am writing it.

Sweeney has a niece named Victoria Barker. She is sixteen. She is a ginger, and she actually reminds Sweeney of what life he could have had with Johanna.

I don't own Sweeney Todd.


No place like London. I must agree with that. It was my first time in London, and there was no other place in the world that was as dark, cold, and as miserable as that place. The buildings were dark, the clothing that the people wore was dark, even with the street lamps lit it was dark. I was the only source of colour when I stepped out of the carriage; I was wearing a pretty blue gown and a dark blue cloak over it, and my long, wavey ginger hair seemed like a fire in this place.

I looked down at the slip of paper that the lady at the orphanage had given me.

Benjamin Barker

181 Fleet Street, London

Benjamin Barker was my uncle. My parents had died of a fever when I was only six, and just now, I was told that I had a living relative to take care of me. I knew he had a wife, Lucy, and a daughter that was my age named Johanna. But, I hadn't seen the man since I was a baby, and I don't really remember him all that well.

I grabbed my suitcase, and began to make my way through the dark hole. Fleet Street wasn't really that hard to find, the carriage dropped me off just a few blocks from it. I looked at the numbers on the buildings so I could find were it was that I needed to go. 175…177…179…181…I did a double take on that building. It was 181, but, there was a large sign on it that read MRS. LOVETT'S MEAT PIES.

"This can't be right." I said to myself, looking down at the slip of paper.

But, I went inside anyway. The inside was even drearier than the outside. It was filthy and grimy and just plain disgusting. At the baking counter, well I assumed it to be a baking counter, was a very pale woman with messy auburn hair, dark clothes and black gloves. She looked up when I entered and smiled brightly.

"Hello there, love." She said. She had to be Mrs. Lovett. She motioned me to sit down at a small table.

"Um…hello." I replied, sitting.

"Did you come in for a pie?" She asked.

"No, no. Um…I'm looking for someone actually." I nervously looked around the small shop.

"Oh, who may that be, dear?"

"My uncle. Benjamin Barker." I said, hoping that she would know him, well, not just hoping, I was praying that she knew him.

"Barker?" I nodded. "I haven't heard that name in years." So she knew him. That was a good sign. She began to chop away at some dough.

When I opened my mouth to say something, the door to the shop opened. I looked and saw a man wearing a dark coat, dark clothes, and he was very pale. His hair was curly and black and it had a single white streak in it and his eyes looked like they were sunked in and they were very dark. Mrs. Lovett looked up from her work.

She smiled. "A customer! Wait!
What's your rush? What's your hurry?
You gave me such a --
Fright, I thought you was a ghost!
Half a minute, can'tcher sit!
Sit you down, sit!"
The man sat down next to me, and nodded at me, and I nodded at him.
"All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks!
Did you come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague --
Ugh! What is that?"
She slammed her hand down on a bug.
"But you think we had the plague!
From the way that people
Keep avoiding --
No you don't!"
Another bug was smacked under her pale hand.
"Heaven knows I try, sir!
Ick!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale!
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?"
She brought over a pie and sat it in front of the man. It was kind of gross looking, and I was glad that I didn't take one.
"Mind you, I can't hardly blame them!
These are probably the worst pies in London!
I know why nobody cares to take them,
I should know,
I make them,
But good? No!
The worst pies in London,
Even that's polite!
The worst pies in London,
If you doubt it, take a bite!"
The man took a bite, and his eyes seemed to pop out of his head and he quickly spit it out. I sniffled a giggle.
"Is that just disgusting?
You have to concede it!
It's nothing but crusting!
Here, drink this, you'll need it!
The worst pies in London..."
She handed him a glass of ale and he took a sip of it. I looked at the pie and saw a bug crawl out of it, and I nearly gagged.
"And no wonder with the price of meat
What it is
When you get it
Never
Thought I'd live to see the day
Men'd think it was a treat
Findin' poor
Animals
Wot are dyin' in the street!
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop!"
She began to bang away at another pie.
"Does a business but I notice something weird.
Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared!"
Ew. Cats into pies? Who does that?
"Have to hand it to her --
Wot I calls
Enterprise
Poppin' pussies into pies!"
Double ew!
"Wouldn't do in my shop!
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick!
And I'm tellin' you, them pussycats is quick!"
So she had tried to catch them? That was beyond gross.
"No denying times is hard, sir
Even harder than the worst pies in London!
Only lard and nothing more --
Is that just revolting,
All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting,
And tastes like,
Well, pity
A woman alone,
With limited wind,
And the worst pies in London!
Ah, sir, times is hard,
Times is hard!
Trust me dear, it will take a lot more than ale to wash that taste out. I'll get a drink of gin." She walked out from behind her counter, and motioned for the man to follow her; I just sat at the table awkwardly. She popped back in. "You can come too love."

I got up and followed them into a parlor. It was a lovely, yet dreary place. The wallpaper was a blue-ish colour and it seemed to have a floral print. There was a couch and a chair and it was homey.

Mrs. Lovett got the man a glass of ale and motioned me to the couch and I sat down.

"You have a room up there you know. If times are so hard, why not rent it?" The man asked quietly.

"Up there?" Mrs. Lovett asked. "No, I won't go near it. People think it's haunted."

The man looked at her shocked. "Haunted?"

Mrs. Lovett sat on the chair and looked at me, then the man. "They say years ago, something happened up there. Something...not...very...nice."


Ok, there we go. First Chapter! I tried to make it somewhat a cliff hanger, though if you are reading this, you have probably seen the movie, so we all know what happens! Anywho, please review!!